| 900) |
Glimmers of water run like rivers of universes to the Void. No one awaits the end and many believe in a beginning. This error of living life clouds the unending Truth. The thread, dense with drops of universes, is a dew that glows in time. Its origin, the Divine Water of the sources of the Void. |
| 901) |
Unable to be, more unable to not-be, the sentient being conceives of the sack as filled with the roots of form and illusion. His thought will be fertilizer for the flowers along the path. |
| 902) |
Here it is, precisely: duality in the universe and in its Creator. Beginning, full-empty, time-no time; what will be the result of this freedom if not infinite one, infinite sentient beings? |
| 903) |
Without limiting intuition, aim for the Higher Self. Like all other sentient beings, you need the Truth, and all the aspects of Oneness. |
| 904) |
The beings that indicate the Way seem alien in the space and time they seem to pass through. They don’t seem to pass final judgment, but do seem to create doubt. Iconoclasts, they respect the images created by primitive beings. They love the weak and the pure, they tolerate the intolerable. They seem to have no compassion, neither on earth nor in the heavens, but they are the incarnation of it. No one knows their true names. |
| 905) |
When you reach the end of the empty sack, you can finally say that there is nothing. But how much had you hoped that there was something that would comfort you, warm you, answer your questions? Now that you have reached the bottom, you know that the sack answers you, warms you, and comforts you, because in order to get there, you had to realize that it was only possible to find yourself within. Now, work so that others can know this. |
| 906) |
All is determined by the Center, which does not determine. You are Love and, from the Point to the universe, you embrace all things. |
| 907) |
Identified with illusion and form and having a title such as Emperor, Pope or King, you are tied to the world. Only emptied of your selves are you free in God. |
| 908) |
Immersed in temples, you forget that you are the temple. Subjugated by rituals, you forget your life. Those who create external things forget their inner nature. Remember, the Void is not arid, it is filled with what you call “love” and of That Which Cannot Be Named. |
| 909) |
The empty sack unites universes. Its lining turns inside out and becomes contact for other countless universes. This is its flavor. What it contained permeates its surroundings. Love causes it to spread the perfume of God. |
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